The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 426

Laura was crying uncontrollably, struggling to back away. But Marcus clung to her hand and wouldn't release his grip.

"I'm your son," Marcus said deliberately. "Since I was little, I've always wanted to meet you, Mom. As soon as I entered Scarlet Hill Residence, I recognized you and Dad.

"There were so many things about me displayed on the walls. Surely, there were photos as well, right? But you both had already removed them beforehand."

Laura was taken aback. It took her a while to gather her thoughts.

"You knew right from the start, didn't you?" she asked.

Marcus nodded, "Yes, I realized it as soon as I arrived. But since you chose not to acknowledge me, I went along with it and acted like I didn't know. After that, when you asked Elim to tell me to leave, I understood you didn't want to see me.

"No matter what, you are my mother, and I will always be your son. You carried me lovingly for ten months and went through the intense pain of childbirth. I could never dislike or fear you."

Tears streamed down Laura's face as her voice quivered with emotion.

"Do you resent me for telling you not to call off the engagement when I called you before?" she asked, her voice breaking. "I spoke harshly then, and regretted it the moment I hung up. I can't control myself when this illness flares up. Marcus, I'm truly sorry. I shouldn't have been so tough on you."

Laura began to cry once more. Marcus hugged her gently and reassured her, "It's not contagious. Don't be scared."

"Let go of me. Let me go," Laura said, struggling in his arms. "You, let me go."

Despite knowing it wasn't contagious, fear gripped her. The illness was unpredictable, and she worried that one day, by some unforeseen circumstance, it might become contagious.

What would she do then? She could endure the suffering herself, but she couldn't bear the thought of her family experiencing such pain.

"Marcus, let go of your mother," Wesley interjected, arriving just in time.

He had changed into his usual home attire and hurried forward to gently separate Laura from Marcus' embrace.

"Laura, don't cry," Wesley comforted her before addressing Marcus. "Marcus, please try to understand your mother. This illness has worn her down so much that she doesn't feel like herself anymore. She's terrified that we might suffer the same fate, which is why she's been keeping her distance."

"We've always loved you," he continued. "Marcus, go downstairs with Dr. Elim first. After I help your mother calm down, we'll join you."

"Okay," Marcus replied, not bothering to argue. He hadn't witnessed his mother's current state, but he could imagine it.

Charles had once remarked that Marcus embodied the finest qualities of his parents, and his resemblance to them was so strong that anyone could instantly tell he was their child.

Now that Wesley had dropped his disguise, his true appearance was visible, and as expected, Marcus looked remarkably like him.

Marcus glanced at Natalie, took hold of her wrist, and guided her out of the room. Behind them, Laura's stifled sobs and Wesley's soothing voice as he consoled his wife echoed softly.

When they reached the downstairs landing, they found Charles already seated on the couch. In the corner, Sheldon and Connie were once again huddled together, tears streaming down their faces.

As soon as Connie spotted Natalie and Marcus approaching, she hurried over to Natalie, tears streaming down her face. "Dr. Elim…"